Not everything has to mean something: A Self-Portrait in Letters

Sunday, July 3, 2016

A Self-Portrait in Letters

"You make me feel like home. You make me feel that the world is not strange. What kinder gift can someone give another one? Is all this mere eloqeunce…or simple humanity…simple love. Love, perhaps, should always be this simple."
- Anne Sexton

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"This is where the story starts, in this threadbare room. The walls are exploding. The windows have turned into telescopes. Moon and stars are magnified in this room. The sun hangs over the mantelpiece. I stretch out my hand and reach the corners of the world. The world is bundled up in this room. Beyond the door, where the river is, where the roads are, we shall be. We can take the world with us when we go and sling the sun under your arm. Hurry now, it's getting late. I don't know if this is a happy ending but here we are let loose in open fields."

- Jeanette Winterson

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